You were supposed to smell all fresh and Christmas-y...and you did for a couple weeks.
But then, you started smelling like vomit.
You put up a good fight.
You protested that you should be allowed to stay until Valentine's Day as trees before you are rumored to have done.
You poked me with your porcupine quill needles.
But I conquered you!!
All. By. Myself.
I usually wait for reinforcements of the man-of-the-house variety...
Not this year.
It was just you. and me.
Oh, you will taunt me for days, weeks, maybe even months with your stray needles...but they will only serve as a reminder that I WON!
Goodbye, you dry and brittle, stinky tree...
I'm kicking you to the curb!
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